When I turned 30, I started a simple ritual of taking one photo and writing a short story each day, and posting them online each night before going to sleep — a process that took anywhere from ten minutes to six hours, depending on the day.

I called the resulting practice Today, and continued it for 440 days, before stopping it abruptly when it finally became too much of a psychological burden.

It was an unusually peripatetic time for me — traveling between art residencies in Oregon, New Mexico, Iceland, and Vermont, and the daily practice was a kind of emotional companion along the way.